21 March 2010

After all, I have had a full day in spending a few hours out battling the rain and crowds along Orchard Road. This with public transportation (I am soo thankful our new apartment is within walking distance to a train station but that's a story for another time.). And then back home for a whole 10 minutes before heading out for dinner with my sister and her brood and then marketing here.

Exhausted. You bet.

So even though I am still living amongst our moveables still packed up in boxes and half finished projects (ie. window treatment-less, paintings and art still lined against the walls; no telly console just yet as we want to let our bank accounts breathe (I am very old-fashioned when it comes to money and renovations.), I have been thinking - as I lay down trying to get some shut-eye - about Nad's 1st birthday.

I do want to have a party. I think. And more often than not, I argue within myself alot about including balloons.

You see, unnecessary rubber/latex that are the balloons will probably not bode well with the hubs - the eco-warrior M. But damn, aren't these balloons just screaming to be at Nad's party?